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graduation poem

com seu cabelo que flaying descontroladamente
homem frio stern
a escuridão rola para cima
são idos os três, aquelas irmãs raras
quando você vier hoje à noite
é verdadeiro que você diz que os deuses lhe são mais uso do que fairies
em possa
esplêndido e terrível seu amor
cai aqui nenhuma luz
em setembro
se ele

 



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